The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.

I am I plus my circumstances.

Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.

Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.

Life is a struggle with things to maintain itself among them. Concepts are the strategic plan we form in answer to the attack.

There are people who so arrange their lives that they feed themselves only on side dishes.

With morality we correct the mistakes of our instincts, and with love we correct the mistakes of our morals.